No, not me!

My visit to the Oktoberfest on Sunday went well and it was a pleasure to be to be one of the eighty colleagues from the firm I do translation for to enjoy a couple of litres of strong beer and a delicious Brotzeit snack.

In order to gain access to the reserved table for our group we had to assemble with military precision at 16:45 hours outside the Armbrustschützen-Zelt. It was while waiting for being admitted that the medics passed by with a youngster who had suffered from over indulgence. 

Sad that there are so many casualties during the two weeks of what is supposed to be a happy celebration.